11-07-2023, 02:30 AM
I no longer read nor write novels. I read at least three poets at a time, and read them as one experience. You have no idea where this is going to go, but I composed this entire post in my mind during my Monday morning walk. I like to walk to the top of the hill at dawn and take off my hat to the sun.
I was serious when I said that I need a booking agent. In my prime, I was travelling around, but I was never In anywhere. I was like the homeless guy looking from the outside in into a fancy restaurant. I was there, but people was like: Why?
I, too, have been waking up earlier since the clock switch.
I, jesus, I'm just now noticing that every paragraph so far has started with the word I.
I want to travel around like I used to. But nobody believes in me, anymore. And I don't drive. They even got rid of the bus stop in this town.
I keep getting muscle spasms in my lower body. It hurts real bad, and it's like, like?, it does, these painful lower body muscle spasms, pump blood anally out and drips down my leg.
I haven't seen a doctor, and this has been happening since 2016, but I have been eating better, and drinking less, and working out again these last three years.
And I feel real good. The Fool card. I'm still bleeding, but my body is a lot less fat and more muscle.
I drink less, but I still do, drink. I say, I'm feeling a lot better, but let's get drunk and see what happens.
I'm telling you this story.
I used to have hangxiety, that's a thing, real bad. I don't have that anymore.
So, I said, let me get drunk, this weekend, and see what happens. Let me get drunk and have a nightmare. Something to rev me up and get me inspired.
So, I get drunk and say and do some questionable things. But, I don't go into public, I haven't been into public since August. I'm doing a hardcore retreat thing. Really, I'm just hanging out around my room.
What I'm going to talk about now is dream healing. This is or has always been important to me. Could be to you, too. This is a poetry site, you shoulD have that creative navigivity.
I used to wake up in the 3 AM hour in agony. Now, that no longer happens.
I had a dream last night that I went to hell. It was like an Event Self-Help Conference at a Hotel. I noticed that Adolf Hitler was there.
After I went on stage and talked, I was in the hallway looking for the bathroom, and Hitler came up to me in a lowkey way and took me off to the side, and said to me that he was used to being the main guy here. And, not in so many words, he explained that my own self-guilt had me as the creepiest and perviest guy on record. And explained to me that I had drank myself to death, and my self-loathing and assumption of how pathetic and creepo I am had put me in a rather high place. And he wasn't really ready to give up his spot. So, he talked with some people in power, and had me brought back to life. And I woke up.
I was serious when I said that I need a booking agent. In my prime, I was travelling around, but I was never In anywhere. I was like the homeless guy looking from the outside in into a fancy restaurant. I was there, but people was like: Why?
I, too, have been waking up earlier since the clock switch.
I, jesus, I'm just now noticing that every paragraph so far has started with the word I.
I want to travel around like I used to. But nobody believes in me, anymore. And I don't drive. They even got rid of the bus stop in this town.
I keep getting muscle spasms in my lower body. It hurts real bad, and it's like, like?, it does, these painful lower body muscle spasms, pump blood anally out and drips down my leg.
I haven't seen a doctor, and this has been happening since 2016, but I have been eating better, and drinking less, and working out again these last three years.
And I feel real good. The Fool card. I'm still bleeding, but my body is a lot less fat and more muscle.
I drink less, but I still do, drink. I say, I'm feeling a lot better, but let's get drunk and see what happens.
I'm telling you this story.
I used to have hangxiety, that's a thing, real bad. I don't have that anymore.
So, I said, let me get drunk, this weekend, and see what happens. Let me get drunk and have a nightmare. Something to rev me up and get me inspired.
So, I get drunk and say and do some questionable things. But, I don't go into public, I haven't been into public since August. I'm doing a hardcore retreat thing. Really, I'm just hanging out around my room.
What I'm going to talk about now is dream healing. This is or has always been important to me. Could be to you, too. This is a poetry site, you shoulD have that creative navigivity.
I used to wake up in the 3 AM hour in agony. Now, that no longer happens.
I had a dream last night that I went to hell. It was like an Event Self-Help Conference at a Hotel. I noticed that Adolf Hitler was there.
After I went on stage and talked, I was in the hallway looking for the bathroom, and Hitler came up to me in a lowkey way and took me off to the side, and said to me that he was used to being the main guy here. And, not in so many words, he explained that my own self-guilt had me as the creepiest and perviest guy on record. And explained to me that I had drank myself to death, and my self-loathing and assumption of how pathetic and creepo I am had put me in a rather high place. And he wasn't really ready to give up his spot. So, he talked with some people in power, and had me brought back to life. And I woke up.